MASTER, I'M ADDICTED TO LUST

EVA POV

I'm on the dance floor of a rundown nightclub; the music is loud, and the floor feels sticky under my feet.

I danced slowly, swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music.

Why am I here? Simple.

This is one of the best places to pick up an easy hookup, without those rich jerks trying to figure out who I am or where I'm from.

The guys here just want a quick, satisfying hookup, and I'm willing to give them that, or rather, give myself that.

I was moving sensually on the dance floor when a tall, dark-haired guy approached me.

He wasn't ugly or handsome, just ordinary.

He put his hands on my waist and whispered in my ear, "Hey, gorgeous," in a hoarse, drunken voice.

"Hey, handsome," I whispered back, making him smile and show his slightly crooked teeth.

His hands stay on my hips.

I press closer to him, feeling his body against mine.

The music is loud, but I can hear him breathing faster.

I grind slowly against him — just enough to feel his hard cock through his jeans.

He groans softly in my ear, his fingers dig into my waist a little harder.

I didn't care much about appearances; I only cared that the person made me orgasm.

I just want to feel good tonight.

I turn my head and say against his lips, "Shall we get out of here?" I asked, feeling lust growing inside me.

"Only if it's right now," he replied in the most predictable way possible.

After all, what man would turn down a hot brunette with beautiful green eyes?

Soon we left the club and went to a dark alley nearby.

It was empty, the perfect place for a quiet fuck.

"What's your name?" the dark-haired man asked as he unzipped his pants and put on a condom fast.

Eva. - I replied, pushing my panties to the side and holding a dirty wall.

He pulled down his pants and thrust his cock into my wet pussy, and I could feel that it wasn't large, but size didn't matter now.

"Yes!" he groaned as he fucked me roughly.

I didn't say anything and just tried to concentrate on that little point of pleasure that he reached with each thrust.

Five minutes later we both cum, then he withdrew his cock and smiled awkwardly.

"Are we good?"

"Why do men think I care about the minutes? I use them more than they think they use me."

So... - The dark-haired guy tried to say something else, but I interrupted him.

"Goodbye," I said, adjusting my black dress and leaving that dirty alley that no longer appealed to me.

I crossed the street still feeling excited, then I got into my red Ferrari, locked the door, and masturbated quickly because that fuck was just five minutes.

Nothing came to my mind, and I could only concentrate on the movements of my middle finger.

A few seconds later, I had already reached my second orgasm.

Now I felt better.

I started the car and drove home, smiling ******************************************

DEAN POV

I was sitting at my desk when my secretary knocked softly.

"Mr. Hartford?" she called me in that submissive and deliciously fucked-up way.

"Come in, Roselia."

She entered silently without making direct eye contact with me.

"Did you call me, sir?" she asked, looking at the floor.

"Yes, I called you," resting my elbows on the table and observing her for a moment.

Her hands were clasped in front of her; I could see her knees pressed together slightly.

"She is excited." I thought.

"The Fetcher Company report- are they ready?" I asked.

"No, sir," she replied, her voice betraying the fear.

" Do you know the punishment for late paperwork?" I asked, knowing she was aware of the consequences.

"Yes, sir," she replied, a little nervously.

"Come here."

She looked up slightly and walked slowly to me.

Take off your skirt and lie down in my lap," I ordered in a way that made her take off her pencil skirt immediately.

She stood there in her blouse, heels, and red thong.

Her skin looked beautiful.

After letting my eyes wander over those long, bare legs and linger on her red thong.

I pushed my chair back, and she bent over and carefully lay across my thighs.

Her round white butt was right in front of me, begging for my touch, and I couldn't deny it any longer.

I ran my hand over her ass cheeks, slowly.

“Do naughty girls deserve to be punished, Rosalie?” I asked while stroking her left butt.

“Yes, Master,” she replied in a way I liked.

Good girl, I smiled.

My first slap to the naughty butt, she gasped.

I didn't stop......

She was still moaning in pain from my first slap, but I wouldn't give her a break; after all, this was her punishment.

Two..... Three… Four... Five to 8 smacks.

Each one made her body jump, and her butt turned bright red.

By the eighth slap, her panties were already dripping with excitement.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

She stood on shaky legs, breathing fast.

"How about I fuck this little pussy today?" I said while caressing the reddened butt.

Yes, Master," she replied breathlessly.

Rosalie was very obedient, submissive, and also a great distraction from the work tension that increased my anger.

I grabbed her waist and turned her around.

I pushed her forward until her stomach pressed against the edge of my desk.

“Stick that round ass up.” She obeyed immediately.

I loosened the tie around my neck and grabbed some lubricant from the drawer.

She lay face down on my desk and stuck her sweet tail up towards me.

"Stay still," I pulled down her panties, lubricated her tight pussy, and she was moaning.

After I lubricated her, I pulled down my pants.

I put a condom on my cock and entered her pussy at once.

Ahhh! - Rosalie groaned loudly, and I gave her right butt a hard slap.

Quiet. - I reprimanded her and began to fuck her violently, making our skin slap against each other.

I pulled her hair hard, slapping her ass for every moan she dared to let out.

She wasn't going to cum, and she knew it.

When I was fucking her pussy, I saw her try to reach her clit with her fingers.

"No....... Not tonight," furious, she was trying to find pleasure in her punishment after disobeying me.

"I'm sorry, master," she said, pulling her fingers away from her pussy.

I abruptly pulled out of her, adjusting my pants, and after throwing the condom in the trash can, I said:

"Get dressed and finish the damn paperwork."

I watched her get up from the table and pick up her skirt from the floor.

"You know I have a meeting with Mr. Fetcher tonight."

"Yes, sir," she replied, reverting to her secretary-like demeanor.

I sat in my chair watching her put on her panties, pencil skirt, and silently leave the room.

She walked to the door with shaky legs.

She could no longer suppress the anger inside me.

"I'm going to need a new submissive, someone who can take more......